She was perfect. Just perfect. Enormous breasts with immaculate dusky nipples and feminine hips that fit magnificently into the curve of his palms. The essence of his perfect woman. Cal took one of those delectable breasts, sucked on the nipple and hardened even more as Bea whimpered. Oh, how glad he was that he’d made this move tonight, that he’d stopped letting his work-ethic conscience turn him into some sort of soft-hearted, indecisive monk. This was a goddess of a woman, clearly on the same page as him, whose body had taunted him for so long: these curves, this pillowy décolletage that heaved as she breathed. And he’d wasted that time trying to resist. No more.
As he whipped his tongue across Bea’s nipple, the other breast, soft and sumptuous, in his palm, she moaned deeply and he groaned in return.
Cal could feast on Bea’s beautiful breasts all day, but he needed more. There was more of this flawless body underneath her clothes and he wanted badly to see it. He travelled his touch down the sublime skin of her stomach. Nottoo toned, not too soft. Perfect. The slightest graze of his fingers above the waistband of her skinny jeans and she sighed like a soft breeze.
‘Take your shirt off,’ she said hazily.
‘No bother.’ Cal carefully unfastened the first few buttons, before pulling the rest of the shirt over his head. Bea’s inhale came in a gentle whoosh. He brought her to him, soft breasts flush against his chest, and kissed her with everything he had.
‘You’re flawless,’ she drawled between kisses, splaying her hands across his chest. ‘Hard and beautiful. The perfect Scotsman.’
Cal knew he was far from perfect. He was definitely hard, though, although he knew Bea was referring to his chest rather than anything else. Hungrily, he sucked on her breast again before dragging his mouth away to deliver featherlight kisses down her velvet curves towards what must assuredly be heaven.
‘Oh, Cal. Please. I need this. I need you.’
‘Don’t worry. You’re going to get me.’ Cal flicked open Bea’s jeans and lowered the zip, revelling in the sight of her gossamer thin panties. As he reached in and traced his fingers across the sheer fabric from the base of her soft mound, everything in his own jeans tightened.
A tight cry caught in Bea’s throat.
‘You like that, aye?’
‘Dammit, yes. Please don’t stop.’
‘I’ll need you out of these jeans then.’
Bea stood up from the chesterfield so she was no longer straddling Cal. Inching forward to the edge of the couch, heurged her jeans over her hips and ankles before casting them aside. Arching in, he planted soft kisses through the fabric to the delicate skin of her crease. Oh, she needed this man so badly, with his sear-into-your-soul emerald eyes, ruinous kisses, and now this ripped body that most definitely had not been honed serving vodka tonics. Bea straddled his lap again, the ache between her legs thundering now.
Their tongues met in a hot kiss. Bea adored that he placed such importance on kisses as part of the whole experience. It was so much more intimate this way – so much more arousing.
Also arousing was Cal’s impressive bulge urging through his underwear and teasing at her nerve endings. She was so wet already, just from this light touching through her panties. The full extent of him could be overwhelming.
She couldn’t wait to be overwhelmed.
Cal tugged Bea’s panties to the side and sunk a finger into her soaking heat, the other hand sweeping over her nipple. Capitulating to his touch, her chin tipped back and she urged down into his palm. She needed him inside her. That was the only route it was possible to take now.
Bea reached to undo his jeans, and meeting his eyes for a moment, she saw a dire need.
‘Aye.’ He nodded tightly. ‘Take them off. Now.’
Cal was struggling. She could see it. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the difficultyshewould have with words when she pulled him free.
‘Oh boy,’ was all she managed to say.
A pained smile lifted Cal’s lips and Bea very nearly melted at the sight. Then he pulled her down to kiss her again, and she wondered if she would ever be whole again.
Chapter 26
Cal
Everything about Bea was hardening Cal to the edge of all that was humane. Her soft skin, the lingering of her perfume, the glistening arousal between her thighs. Not to mention her amazement when she pulled down his boxers. He was going to fuck her until she came like the goddess that she was, and was glad she liked what he would be doing it with.
But when she encased his cock in her warm grip, he knew immediately that there was no time to waste.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ he groaned. ‘Get those off, Bea.’
Without saying a word, she rose and removed her panties and Cal drank in the stunning naked woman in front of him. Unbelievable. The voluminous breasts, the slender waist and infinitely kissable stomach. And now the most perfect pussy he’d ever seen with the softest triangle of hair.
He needed to be inside her.
